• Being Human

    It flew through the air and landed gracefully on the marble floor, surrounded by the Thomas Hart Benton frescos.

    It was years and years ago when I first had the opportunity to do some “lite” lobbying in Sacramento, California, at the State Capitol.    I still remember the amazing surge of being there — the unexpected excitement of the history of the building.   I was humbled by the great people who had formed that state, contributed to the structure of all our lives. It was thrilling, really. It was only about five years later that I found myself in another capitol, lobbying again, this time in the State of Missouri, educating legislators that licensed Acupuncturists are articulate and…

  • For fun.

    Was Professor Trelawney a Hipster?

    According to B, my new glasses make me look like Professor Trelawney. Decide for yourself: Of course, this fact, when mentioned to one man last evening, caused him to throw his head back in laughter. Sigh. If you somehow have missed the Harry Potter culture, Professor Trelawney (shown here played by Emma Thompson) was a professor at the magical Hogwarts boarding school attended by the iconic underdog-hero Harry Potter.   She was a professor of divination — the art and act of predicting the future, unraveling the past and puzzling over the present.    She lived and taught in the…

  • Uncategorized

    As a writer of book & narrative, a painter of canvas & an almost-thirty-years’ helper of folks — she takes herself far too seriously.

    Raised in Chicago, Leslie has spent the past million years practicing Traditional Asian Medicine, raising children, writing, teaching and painting in Los Angeles, St. Louis, Atlanta and now Madison, Wisconsin. She believes, as does Hamlet, that there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy.

  • Childhood - Hope - Light - Loss

    Gleaming gone.

    When my son was very, very small, there was a book we used to read to him. This book told the story of a mother and her a little boy who walked to a beach, across the dunes to the resting of the waves. They looked for starfish; they had a picnic of sandwiches and pink lemonade. Lying on their blanket, they had a nap. At the end of that afternoon they walked home. And on the way, the book said, they saw the sun low in the sky, gleaming, a huge orange ball. Then it was gone. When we…

  • Being Human - Food - Hope - Uncategorized

    “Everything is pretty”.

    Once someone came to my dinner table and pronounced “everything is pretty”. I suppose that they might have been referring to candles or food or plates or napkins or setting sun or warmth or, or…. Any one of many things which might seem pretty to one or not-quite-noticed by another. Everything was pretty. Apparently. I cannot for the life of me get those words out of my head.  Now a few years later I think ‘everything is pretty, everything is pretty’.  It is not pretty in my world because I need to make everything pretty but because it is just…

  • Food - For fun.

    Fifty shades of glitter…oooooo it’s snow good…

    It was a dark and snowy night and I was elbow deep in disco dust. It seems that there is seduction in sweets.   Not the diabetic coma that follows indulgence– but the colors and the shine and the sparkle of the processed cane – it’s so freaking shiny. My new thrill is touching it.   Not one pinch passes over my lips – it’s fine chemistry between me and a cupcake.   Not to eat, no no no. But to color. But to caress. And oh, oh, oh, I want to sugar sext. As I cream the buttercream I am fondling the…